Mafia Princess

chapter 3

Adrianna's POV

"Wake up" someone yells as they hit the side of my cell.

"I am up asshole" I groan in annoyance, why can't I just be left alone?

My cell door is opened and I am grabbed by my arm and dragged out to the front of the station where I see my wonderful adoptive father standing with a scowl on his face.

I am pushed to him and stand there with a smile on my face while he holds his grumpy persona. 

"Yo" his face turns angrier, ok I guess he didn't like my greeting.

"You bitch, first you are never home probably whoring around with those guys, then I get a call saying you got arrested. I don't want you anymore you can go back to that fucking orphanage" Oh boy he is mad. Meh he was a dick. Wait Nico is 18 can he adopt me. My best friend could be my daddy, right? "AND ANOTHER THING! That necklace you always wear, I googled it. It was over 3 million. You probably stole it you ungrateful brat, so I am taking it" and with that he ripped the necklace off my neck.

Red.

All I see is red.

Someone about to die. I have no idea how to control this rage that is in me. No one and I mean NO ONE touches that necklace. I couldn't give two shits if he took the one my family gave me but this one means everything to me.

"You" punch "dick" punch "head" punch "that" punch "is my" punch "fucking" punch "necklace" punch, punch, punch.

I am grabbed and pulled off him since now we have caught the attention of the entire station. I see Nico who runs over and grabs the necklace out of my ex adoptive fathers hands and fixes it before securing it back around my neck and kissing my forehead. "Asshole, it's hers" he spits at the dickhead. Before turning back to me and hugging me telling me to breath.

"He doesn't want me anymore so wanna be my daddy" I smirk at Nico who now holds a disgusted look on his face.

"Never ever call me daddy again angel" and then we both burst out laughing.

The cop come up to me and re-cuffs me and takes me back to a cell. 

"Can we do a DNA test to find any family?" the officer asks me.

"Sure" I nod and go back to sit on the floor waiting for the results to come back. 1 rule I have had is to never look for my real family. I don't care if they are dead or alive, they gave me up. And for that it put me in hell and I hate them.

Continuing to enjoy my peace on the floor I feel someone staring at me. For some reason the floor is so comfy, like what is with that? But the person staring at me was annoying.

Marco's POV :

(anyone who forgot he is her 3rd eldest brother)

1 fucking mission. It was a simple one and I fucked up. Now here I am being dragged into New York police station.

We enter and my eyes instantly take in my surroundings like they usually do. It's natural, especially when in the mafia world.

I am taken over to a desk where I sit down and come face to face Tom one of the officers that is on our payroll.

We might be the Italian mafia but we have people working for us all around the world.

He smiles and lets me know that he will call my father about my whereabouts but he is sorry that I am going to have to sit in a cell for a few hours. I just nod and go back to thinking about my fucked up mission.

I am bought out of my thoughts by some yelling, 'And another thing, that necklace you always wear is over 3 million, you probably stole it you ungrateful brat'. I turn around to look at what is going on and I see a girl with her back to me who is repeatedly punching an older man. Before she is ripped off him by a cop.

A guy goes over and kisses her forehead and hugs her before she is re-cuffed. The officer gets ready to take her away and as she turns around my breath catches in my throat.

It's her!

She is the spitting image of my father. I look back at the guy who kissed her forehead in anger but he was nowhere to be seen. And I couldn't even get a good look at him, damn it.

She looks so beautiful though, I can't believe I have found her.

I am brought out of my thoughts by a officer telling me to follow him, he leads me towards set of cells and puts me in one that has many men and women. I look to another one and see my sorella sat on the floor with her eyes shut.

"Why is she all alone? Can't I go to that cell, this one is busy." I ask the officer.

"Sorry but she's put 3 people in the hospital because they touched her and just beat up a man in front of many officers so she is isolated until her family picks her up. We don't want to risk her hurting anyone else."

I feel pride coming out. She is definitely a Costello. I can't wait until dad gets here. We can finally get her back.

I sit up straighter when an officer cop walks over to her cell and I try to listen to as much as I can.

"We found your biological family, your father is very happy and excited to have found you and he is on his way right now" he smiles down at her. Waiting for a reaction I look at her face which holds no emotion.

"I don't give a shit, now fuck off" she yelled angrily at the cop.

I felt like crying, sh-she doesn't care about us. We've been searching for her for 15 years and she doesn't care about us.

My sorellina is not the same.

I promise from this day on I will protect her. I will make her happy, and love her. prometto. (I promise)

AN : Hi, I am using google translate for the Italian and all the other languages that come. I hope you like it so far, thank you for giving my book a chance. It is the first I have written.

Please let me know what you think of it, I am also very happy for suggestions for the the story line. I have a rough idea but if you want to give any ideas you have let me know. :)

Thank you x